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Nov. 6th, 2002 12:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceSo, it's just gone midnight, I've got Sarah on the CD player and a bottle of non-alcoholic Ame next to me. And I've decided that there are three fics I want finished. All Wesley, all kinda angsty (well, two angsty, one violently angsty). Of course, how this promise will hold up in the cold light of day is anyone's guess. But, hopefully, the next time I make a post on a list, it'll be with fic in tow. Of course, now I just have to decide *which* fic.
Twisted Mercury:
Throwing his leg over the bike, Angel settled in behind Wesley. "I'm not about to let you ride off. Not like this."
Wesley's head dropped as his fingers increased their grip on the handlebars. "Let me go, Angel."
Angel shook his head as the angry his reached his ears. "Not like this," he repeated, refusing to let the other man go in this state of mind.
Wesley's head whipped around to glare at the other vampire, ridges rising to his face. "Let me go!"
"No!" Angel stood his ground, knowing there was no way he could let Wesley out of his sight.
For a brief moment it looked like Wesley would acquiesce to Angel's wishes and go back into the building, but then a look of determination passed across the younger vampire's face. "Very well." Jerking his leg down, Wesley kicked the bike into life.
Angel yelped with surprise, automatically wrapping his arms around the body in front of him as the bike sped of down the street.
Angel couldn't help but flinch as the bike weaved in and out of the early evening LA traffic. Horns blared and insults followed them as they darted in front of yet another car.
"Wesley, stop!" Angel yelled, knowing his words would reach the other man's preternatural hearing, even as they were carried away on the wind. A second later Angel grimaced as he was ignored and the bike sped up.
~
The Price You Pay:
"Very well," Lindsey nodded, waiting until the woman had started to stand until continuing. "Just one more thing. We haven't discussed the subject of payment."
"Payment?" She dropped back into the chair and looked over to Wesley.
The other man glanced at her before turning his attention back to Lindsey. "We had rather hoped you would... you know."
"Work pro bono?"
"Well, yes," Wesley admitted.
Lindsey couldn't stop the laugh that rose up in him. "Let me understand this. You want me to represent the vampire that cut off my hand... for free."
"You got it back."
Lindsey ignored the muttered comment from Chase and continued to stare at Wesley. "Not likely."
Wesley stood up. "Then I'm sorry we've wasted your time, Mr McDonald. Good day."
Lindsey watched as Cordelia pushed herself out of her chair and started to follow her companion to the door. "I'll do it," he called out, just as Wesley's hand reached the door handle. "But for a price." The two of them stopped and looked at him.
"We won't help you hurt anyone," Wesley stated.
Lindsey shook his head. "I wouldn't ask you to," he replied, standing up and walking around to the front of his desk, leaning back against it.
"And I won't tell you anything that could jeopardise Angel."
"I wouldn't ask that either."
"Then what do you want?" Wesley asked suspiciously.
Lindsey studied the pair in front of him, wondering just how desperate they were to help Angel. "One night."
There was a brief silence and then Cordelia spluttered indignantly. "In your dreams, Lawyerboy," she exclaimed, glaring at him.
"Never!" Wesley stepped towards Cordelia protectively.
Lindsey smiled at her presumption. "You misunderstand me, Ms Chase."
Her eyes narrowed. "So you weren't talking about having one night in which you could do to me whatever your depraved little mind could come up with?"
"Oh no, that's exactly what I meant," Lindsey affirmed. "I just wasn't referring to *you.*" He fixed Wesley with his gaze, inwardly grinning at just how much the other man resembled a deer caught in headlights. Pushing himself away from the desk, Lindsey closed the distance between them. "Well, do we have a deal?" he asked, reaching out and running a finger up the back of one of the other man's hands. "I take Angel's case and get him released, and in return you submit to me for one night."
~
Flawed:
I want him.
It's the only thought running through my head as I watch him standing there with a crossbow in one hand as he surveys the lobby.
I'm not thinking about how to get close enough to kill him, like I did when Gunn arrived. And I'm not thinking about how to keep him from figuring out I'm not that soulful idiot any more, like I did with Cordelia.
No, I'm thinking how good he would look impaled on my cock. How good he would look bent over and writhing, whimpering. I'm thinking that the only thing I want to do right now is rip off his clothes and fuck him until he screams, until he can't scream any more.
He knew something from wrong from the moment he stepped into the hotel. I don't know how he knew, but he did. Knew something had changed the minute he called out and nobody answered him. I watched him lean over and get the crossbow from under the desk, his trousers hugging his ass, outlining perfectly the sweet cheeks I want to part and ram into. And I listened as he called out, voice rising with each word, rising as no one answered back.
But maybe they'll answer him now.
"Hello, Wesley."
His eyes track me as I move out of the shadows, gaze sweeping over me quickly. And he knows, he knew it as soon as he saw me, heard me. With him, there is no pretence, no need to fake having a soul in order to get close enough to snap his neck.
"Angelus."
And with the smile that creeps onto my lips, I can see the emotion as it flits across his face. The hope that Cordelia hasn't yet arrived, that Gunn is still with his crew, that he is the first to answer the page I put out earlier.
"We've been waiting for you."
It only takes him a split second to register what I've said. A split second to realise his hopes have been in vain.
"Where are they?"
"Oh, here and there." And I'm not lying. There's a little bit of Gunn here, a little bit of Cordelia there. "They're quite dead, of course." I can't help but smile as his face pales. White is such a good colour on him. "You really didn't expect that they'd still be alive, did you?" And I can't tell if it's the fear or the anger that's rolling off him that's making the air smell so sweet, but whatever it is, it's got me harder than ever. My cock is throbbing with every beat of his heart, begging to be buried in him.
"You fucking son of a bitch."
There is so much behind those words. So many emotions raging through him and into his voice. Anger. Determination. Fear. Even reverence. And I don't know if the Watchers taught him it, or if he learnt it here, but my boy has a respect for my kind. Hate us, kill us, set the Slayer on us, but never underestimate us. He'll make such a good student.
But that's not all I can feel coming from him. Mine isn't the only arousal scenting the air. He's standing there, looking at the man who just killed his friends, and he's hard. I can hear the blood rushing through him and his heartbeat is almost deafening.
I'm going to enjoy this.
~
I'm kinda thinking 'Flawed' myself, but maybe that's because I feel like getting into Angelus' head {eg}
Twisted Mercury:
Throwing his leg over the bike, Angel settled in behind Wesley. "I'm not about to let you ride off. Not like this."
Wesley's head dropped as his fingers increased their grip on the handlebars. "Let me go, Angel."
Angel shook his head as the angry his reached his ears. "Not like this," he repeated, refusing to let the other man go in this state of mind.
Wesley's head whipped around to glare at the other vampire, ridges rising to his face. "Let me go!"
"No!" Angel stood his ground, knowing there was no way he could let Wesley out of his sight.
For a brief moment it looked like Wesley would acquiesce to Angel's wishes and go back into the building, but then a look of determination passed across the younger vampire's face. "Very well." Jerking his leg down, Wesley kicked the bike into life.
Angel yelped with surprise, automatically wrapping his arms around the body in front of him as the bike sped of down the street.
Angel couldn't help but flinch as the bike weaved in and out of the early evening LA traffic. Horns blared and insults followed them as they darted in front of yet another car.
"Wesley, stop!" Angel yelled, knowing his words would reach the other man's preternatural hearing, even as they were carried away on the wind. A second later Angel grimaced as he was ignored and the bike sped up.
~
The Price You Pay:
"Very well," Lindsey nodded, waiting until the woman had started to stand until continuing. "Just one more thing. We haven't discussed the subject of payment."
"Payment?" She dropped back into the chair and looked over to Wesley.
The other man glanced at her before turning his attention back to Lindsey. "We had rather hoped you would... you know."
"Work pro bono?"
"Well, yes," Wesley admitted.
Lindsey couldn't stop the laugh that rose up in him. "Let me understand this. You want me to represent the vampire that cut off my hand... for free."
"You got it back."
Lindsey ignored the muttered comment from Chase and continued to stare at Wesley. "Not likely."
Wesley stood up. "Then I'm sorry we've wasted your time, Mr McDonald. Good day."
Lindsey watched as Cordelia pushed herself out of her chair and started to follow her companion to the door. "I'll do it," he called out, just as Wesley's hand reached the door handle. "But for a price." The two of them stopped and looked at him.
"We won't help you hurt anyone," Wesley stated.
Lindsey shook his head. "I wouldn't ask you to," he replied, standing up and walking around to the front of his desk, leaning back against it.
"And I won't tell you anything that could jeopardise Angel."
"I wouldn't ask that either."
"Then what do you want?" Wesley asked suspiciously.
Lindsey studied the pair in front of him, wondering just how desperate they were to help Angel. "One night."
There was a brief silence and then Cordelia spluttered indignantly. "In your dreams, Lawyerboy," she exclaimed, glaring at him.
"Never!" Wesley stepped towards Cordelia protectively.
Lindsey smiled at her presumption. "You misunderstand me, Ms Chase."
Her eyes narrowed. "So you weren't talking about having one night in which you could do to me whatever your depraved little mind could come up with?"
"Oh no, that's exactly what I meant," Lindsey affirmed. "I just wasn't referring to *you.*" He fixed Wesley with his gaze, inwardly grinning at just how much the other man resembled a deer caught in headlights. Pushing himself away from the desk, Lindsey closed the distance between them. "Well, do we have a deal?" he asked, reaching out and running a finger up the back of one of the other man's hands. "I take Angel's case and get him released, and in return you submit to me for one night."
~
Flawed:
I want him.
It's the only thought running through my head as I watch him standing there with a crossbow in one hand as he surveys the lobby.
I'm not thinking about how to get close enough to kill him, like I did when Gunn arrived. And I'm not thinking about how to keep him from figuring out I'm not that soulful idiot any more, like I did with Cordelia.
No, I'm thinking how good he would look impaled on my cock. How good he would look bent over and writhing, whimpering. I'm thinking that the only thing I want to do right now is rip off his clothes and fuck him until he screams, until he can't scream any more.
He knew something from wrong from the moment he stepped into the hotel. I don't know how he knew, but he did. Knew something had changed the minute he called out and nobody answered him. I watched him lean over and get the crossbow from under the desk, his trousers hugging his ass, outlining perfectly the sweet cheeks I want to part and ram into. And I listened as he called out, voice rising with each word, rising as no one answered back.
But maybe they'll answer him now.
"Hello, Wesley."
His eyes track me as I move out of the shadows, gaze sweeping over me quickly. And he knows, he knew it as soon as he saw me, heard me. With him, there is no pretence, no need to fake having a soul in order to get close enough to snap his neck.
"Angelus."
And with the smile that creeps onto my lips, I can see the emotion as it flits across his face. The hope that Cordelia hasn't yet arrived, that Gunn is still with his crew, that he is the first to answer the page I put out earlier.
"We've been waiting for you."
It only takes him a split second to register what I've said. A split second to realise his hopes have been in vain.
"Where are they?"
"Oh, here and there." And I'm not lying. There's a little bit of Gunn here, a little bit of Cordelia there. "They're quite dead, of course." I can't help but smile as his face pales. White is such a good colour on him. "You really didn't expect that they'd still be alive, did you?" And I can't tell if it's the fear or the anger that's rolling off him that's making the air smell so sweet, but whatever it is, it's got me harder than ever. My cock is throbbing with every beat of his heart, begging to be buried in him.
"You fucking son of a bitch."
There is so much behind those words. So many emotions raging through him and into his voice. Anger. Determination. Fear. Even reverence. And I don't know if the Watchers taught him it, or if he learnt it here, but my boy has a respect for my kind. Hate us, kill us, set the Slayer on us, but never underestimate us. He'll make such a good student.
But that's not all I can feel coming from him. Mine isn't the only arousal scenting the air. He's standing there, looking at the man who just killed his friends, and he's hard. I can hear the blood rushing through him and his heartbeat is almost deafening.
I'm going to enjoy this.
~
I'm kinda thinking 'Flawed' myself, but maybe that's because I feel like getting into Angelus' head {eg}
